Flying leaves hanging on the trees
She sits green on a shy branch, pretty
Soft red bill, her only vanity.
He comes same, red rump, blue sapphire throat
Their short sheepish tails cannot promote.
Hanging upside down on a tree branch
'whatcha looking at?', their stare has no match.
Vernal Hanging-Parrot swift at flight
Sighting amidst verdant green delight.
Feasting on figs, fruits, blossoms, berries
Less forest makes them hide behind leaves.
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